pjbooks Chapter 473 Ning Xing's Soul
Chapter 473 Ning Xing's Soul
Two months later.
Qinglong Island.
A world within a world.
Ling Shen Peak.
A tall, black stone monument stands atop the mountain.
At the foot of Ling Shen Peak, a burly man glanced at the mountaintop, then resolutely stepped onto a quiet path.
He has come to this path dozens of times, almost every day.
For an ordinary person, not to mention whether their mental strength can withstand the intense training, the cost of walking this narrow path alone is not something everyone can bear.
You need to make certain contributions or spend resources to earn the number of times you can walk the Concentration Path.
But he is different.
As Xiao Weiqing's teacher, Ning Xing could walk the Concentration Path without restriction as long as there was no one on Ling Shen Peak.
As a martial arts practitioner, Ning Xing's use of spiritual power is far inferior to that of spiritual practitioners and magic practitioners.
Nearly a month has passed.
Ning Xing was like a madman, entering Ling Shen Peak every day without fail. Xie Zhiyuan had reminded and stopped him more than once, telling him to slow down his soul cultivation, since cultivation requires a balance of relaxation and rest.
But he remained unmoved.
Ning Xing stepped one foot onto the Ning Shen Path.
Everything has changed.
The sounds of battle and the roars of demons filled the air, and dozens of powerful figures were fighting in the sky.
Ning Xing stood in the distance, seemingly suspended in mid-air, watching quietly.
When one focuses their mind in the mirage, under the influence of the Azure Dragon Divine Stele, the cultivator's inner demons, obsessions, and past experiences that interfere with the cultivator will materialize along the way.
Those who enter the Concentration Path must break through illusions, open their minds, solidify their consciousness, and temper its purity and resilience before they can reach the pinnacle of Divine Transformation and cultivate a complete divine soul.
Ning Xing had already attained enlightenment and solidified his consciousness, making his avatar incredibly robust, thus gaining the ability to climb mountains.
but.
He has been trapped in this illusion for a long time and is unable to get through it.
Nine years ago.
It was springtime, and the graduating seniors of Luojiang Academy, along with a few top sophomores and juniors, were slaying monsters in Luojiang.
however.
The world is impermanent.
The sudden appearance of the demon realm entrance in Luojiang caught both Luojiang Prefecture and Luojiang Academy off guard.
The first to be affected are the university professors leading the teams and those geniuses.
Even with Luojiang Academy's swift response and the mobilization of all its high-level personnel, it was still impossible to prevent the near-total annihilation of the entire graduating class of senior students.
Those were nearly ten thousand geniuses at the third and fourth realms, and many more awakened prodigies.
Ning Xing will never forget that day, when the Luo River was littered with corpses.
Nearly a hundred teachers died in battle, but less than a thousand students were saved. His own disciple also died that day, leaving only half of his body. He has never been able to forget it all these years.
Two weeks ago.
The elven messenger told him that Xiao Weiqing had sent a message through the Azure Dragon Divine Stele, indicating that he was undergoing a succession assessment.
It could take several months, or even a year.
Xiao Weiqing also said that if any demon demigods invaded, he should be told so that he could immediately terminate the inheritance assessment and return to the Great Xia.
Xiao Weiqing also had the elf messenger specifically instruct him that the soul is the most mysterious thing, and that he should not rush his cultivation.
Ning Xing closed his eyes, recalling the past in his mind.
It took him a long time to open his eyes.
His eyes became extremely sharp, and the aura of his entire consciousness continued to rise.
"You bastard."
"Since when have I ever made you worry about me?!"
Then.
Ning Xing took a step forward, causing the entire illusionary space to tremble, and a huge phantom of a war god vaguely appeared behind him.
......
......
A fairly large stone room.
Xiao Weiqing, dressed in black combat uniform, stood as straight as a pine tree, a long sword in his right hand, his eyes blazing as he stared ahead.
Suddenly.
Swish!Swish!Swish!
A cold light gleamed inside the stone chamber.
Xiao Weiqing unleashed three consecutive sword strikes. Although they were simple moves, they carried a profound artistic conception, completely different from the feeling of swinging swords purely based on strength or speed.
The more Xiao Weiqing practiced, the more he could sense how terrifying the master who created the eighteen basic forms of this sword technique was.
It should be noted that this was just a casual record, which was later improved by the second disciple of the Undying Realm.
What if it's the ultimate technique of that Immortal Realm expert?
How terrifying that would be.
Thinking of this, Xiao Weiqing felt a surge of excitement. As long as he defeated Finch, he could become a formal disciple of an Undying Realm expert.
Xue Yuan had said that as long as Xiao Weiqing became a formal disciple, she would give him a unique skill from the Starry Sky.
"Finch, come and fight!"
Xiao Weiqing shouted loudly.
Finch appeared silently in the training room and said, "You've only learned three moves; you're no match for me."
"What's wrong with the three styles?"
Xiao Weiqing retorted, "Heaven knows how I got through these two months. Tens of thousands of strikes every day were so tedious that I almost went crazy."
Finch didn't say anything more. Since Xiao Weiqing insisted, he wouldn't refuse; that was the meaning of his existence.
He could only offer his own suggestions, because Xue Yuan had already spoken to him and asked him to take good care of Xiao Weiqing.
"please!"
Finch's demeanor changed, but he still held a silver spear in his hand.
Xiao Weiqing's eyes narrowed.
"Bang!"
The ground beneath his feet left a large crater, and his figure darted away.
The two were a thousand meters apart, and in less than a breath, Xiao Weiqing had already arrived in front of Finch.
啸~
He slashed out with a single stroke.
This strike contains profound meaning; it appears simple, but in reality, it possesses immense power.
"Clang!"
The silver spear was fiercely swept away by Finch. The two divine weapons collided, and the spear was bent, demonstrating the immense force of the impact.
A tremendous force emanated from the spear, abruptly halting Xiao Weiqing's advance.
An inch longer, an inch stronger.
If Xiao Weiqing, who wields a knife, were to get close, it would be troublesome for the gunman. Given Xiao Weiqing's current strength, even if he got close, he wouldn't be a match for him.
But Finch wouldn't do that; he would go all out whenever Xiao Weiqing challenged him.
As the gatekeeper, he couldn't afford to go easy on anyone, nor could he offer any sparring partners.
Regardless of who the challenger is, it is his duty.
Xiao Weiqing knew, of course, that he couldn’t achieve his goal in one move. Seeing that he had no hope of getting close, he changed his attack.
Finch easily blocked it again.
Then--
And that was the end of it.
With a flick of Finch's spear, Xiao Weiqing's longsword seemed to be stuck to him, flying out of his hand.
"Bang!"
The gun's butt struck again, aiming straight for Xiao Weiqing's chest. Xiao Weiqing groaned, flew backward a hundred meters, and landed hard on his backside.
"Six roots!"
Xiao Weiqing forced out two words through gritted teeth.
Finch sheathed his spear and chuckled softly:
"Not bad, you've improved. I remember last time you broke seven ribs."
"Thank you for remembering this for me," Xiao Weiqing said through gritted teeth.
"You're welcome."
"Actually, I told you before that learning only three moves is far from enough."
Xiao Weiqing sneered, "You don't understand. Visible progress is what motivates people more."
Two months ago, he couldn't withstand a single move, but now he can at least withstand one.
Xiao Weiqing silently walked to the side and began to recover.
......
A month later.
Xiao Weiqing learned two of the eighteen basic sword techniques.
"Finch, come and fight!"
After a few moves~~
"Bang!"
Finch put away his spear.
"Not bad, you've improved."
"In your Great Xia language, it means—"
"Keep it up, you almost touched the hem of my shirt."